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"But you, Silas," Mara said, turning to the lawyer. "You know the house. You installed the generator yourself last spring. You knew the east wing would be blind. So you sat in the dark with her. Or did you?"

"So," Mara continued, standing. "At nine o'clock, you claim you were in the dark east wing. Reading. Except the east wing had no generator backup. It would have been pitch black. And you, Elara, are afraid of the dark. The maids mentioned it. You have nightlights in every outlet of the master suite." Mansion -Alibi-

The rain didn’t so much fall as lean , sliding in slick, grey sheets down the limestone facade of Blackwood Manor. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of old cedar and newer lies. "But you, Silas," Mara said, turning to the lawyer

She pointed to the smear on the floor.

Elara’s fingers tightened on the arm of the settee. Silas set down his brandy, untouched. You knew the east wing would be blind

The rain hammered the windows like a fist demanding entry.